There's something off about that road and how it appears to be swallowing the truck.

What, you don't have carniverous roads out East?

Did I write that?

I thought it was just me posting while tired, but I really can't figure out what's up with that road. The crosswalk disappears halfway through the street, there's a hard line of black and grey, dry and wet. The store facade has a strip of darker brick at the bottom that disappears at the point the road changes.

I mean, I know it's shoop but why is this shoop disturbing me so. IT'S WRONG. IT'S SO VERY WRONG.

My friend's wife shipped all of us Jenga pieces to write on and send to him while he's away in law enforcement training for his 30th birthday. My contribution:

"Dear Brian, Happy 30th Birthday! I have not known you for 30 years but I hope to know you for the next 30, and the 30 after that (when we will all be part robot). You're my friend and my brother, and even across the country it's a better life for your part in it. May this block ever be that pain in the butt one that you can never quite get out properly, but also an integral one in providing structural support for your tower, no matter how wobbly and precarious it gets. And if you swallow it by accident may it pass painlessly and without complication. I would carefully avoid that test however, as I am unaware of the properties of this ink, in regards to toxicity or flavor. Before I run out of space remember"

I worked at a preschool years back, before I figured out I wasn't the right guy for that job. Once a week an old man came by and told stories and he'd mention the old greats and the kids would ask for a different story instead, the one about the house that ate your clothes or the dog that thought it was a horse. But sitting in the back there, keeping an eye out for pokers and fidgeters he'd catch my eye and hold it a second. None of that stuff was real but something about it made you wish it was. Not because you wanted it to be but because that was how it was supposed to be, wasn't it?